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By his own estimation of the waters you did not need to know much about Piero to know things were looking decidedly lumpy. His wife had left him two years before for a fisherman; his one and only daughter had moved to the north – apparently also in pursuit of a fisherman; as a consequence, …
The office was full. With only one booth open there was only one thing to do. He kept calling, at the top of his voice, until they sent for the manager. “Ingegnere, mi dica?” “Who is running this place?” he said. “I comunisti?” The Engineer always rose early. Though that morning he had special reason …